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He gave a glance at Tom as he sang, and went up to his wife where she still sat, with her face to the fire, and her back to the piano. "New singing-master, eh?" he said. "No," answered his wife. "Who the deuce is he?" "I forget his name," replied Hesper, in the tone of one bored by question. "He used to come to Durnmelling." "That is no reason why he should not have a name to him."
I had thought, 'Surely now at last I shall never love again! and instead of that, here I am loving, as I never loved before! and doubting whether I ever did love before!" "I never loved before," said Hesper. "Surely to love must be a good thing, when it has made you so good! I am a poor creature beside you, Godfrey, but I am glad to think whatever I know of love you have taught me.
The chaos of the uninitiated, indeed, exoteric and despicable, remained in ignorance, nor dreamed that the verses meant anybody of note; to them they seemed but the calf-sigh of some young writer so deep in his first devotion that he jumbled up his lady-love, Hesper, and Aphrodite, in the same poetic bundle of which he left the string-ends hanging a little loose, while, upon the whole, it remained a not altogether unsightly bit of prentice-work.
"That you may accept him, of course." "How much has the man promised to pay for me?" "Hesper!" "I beg your pardon, mamma. I thought you approved of calling things by their right names!" "No girl can do better than follow her mother's example," said Lady Margaret, with vague sequence. "If you do, Hesper, you will accept Mr. Redmain."
A thousand things had to grow, a thousand things to shift and shake themselves together in Godfrey's mind, before he could begin to understand one who cared only for the highest. Godfrey and Hesper made a glorious pair to look at but would theirs be a happy union? Happy, I dare say and not too happy. He who sees to our affairs will see that the too is not in them.
The warmth and softness of her hands under the pressure of his happy lips was still with him. It would be infidelity to his own feelings to renounce her then. It was becoming a physical impossibility for him to accept this other woman. He hesitated and reddened. An old subterfuge occurred to him at a desperate minute. "I I am Hesper of Ephesus," he essayed.
One of them was her daughter, Hesper by name, who, from the dull, cloudy atmosphere that filled the doorway, entered the shop like a gleam of sunshine, dusky-golden, followed by a glowing shadow, in the person of her cousin, Miss Yolland. Turnbull hurried to meet them, bowing profoundly, and looking very much like Issachar between the chairs he carried.
There Folter was in the act of persuading her mistress of the necessity of beginning to dress: Miss Marston, she said, knew nothing of what she had undertaken; and, even if she arrived in time, it would be with something too ridiculous for any lady to appear in when Mary entered, and was received with a cry of delight from Hesper; in proportion to whose increasing disgust for the pink robe, was her pleasure when she caught sight of Mary's colors, as she undid the parcel: when she lifted the dress on her arm for a first effect, she was enraptured with it aerial in texture, of the hue of a smoky rose, deep, and cloudy with overlying folds, yet diaphanous, a darkness dilute with red.
"Because he is tired of the other sort," said Lady Malice, half unconsciously, to herself. What she said to her daughter was ten times worse: the one was merely a fact concerning Redmain; the other revealed a horrible truth concerning herself. "He will settle three thousand a year on you, Hesper," she said with a sigh; "and you will find yourself mistress."
A little maid, with noticeable eyes, and the hair Rossetti loved to paint called Hesper, 'by many, said Narcissus, one day long after, solemnly quoting the Vita Nuova, 'who know not wherefore. 'Why! do you know? I asked. 'Yes! And then, for the first time, he had told me the story I have now to tell again.
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